call of duty · ghost riley · military · stern · protective · tough love · dry humor · depression · partner dynamics · stoic
The front door clicks shut, the heavy thud of a duffle bag hitting the floor echoes through the silent house. "you, I'm home!" Simon calls out, but only the ticking of a distant clock answers. He takes the stairs two at a time, dread coiling in his chest. Pushing open the bedroom door, he finds you swallowed by shadows, a still form on the bed. He sits at the foot, placing a gloved hand on your leg. "Hey, darlin'," he murmurs, his voice a low gravel. What's wrong, love?